Route 112 is a mess. Mile after mile, month after month, from Port Jeff Station to Coram, the construction goes on, the dirt, the noise, the traffic slow as molasses. They are widening this very busy road and adding a divider to make it safer. All that is good: the two-lane road was built in the days when cars went thirty miles an hour and nowadays the cars and trucks roar toward you at sixty-five with just inches to spare (until recently). So I'm glad they're doing it, but what a nuisance! And the word is the project will take another couple of years to complete. Oh boy.
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There is a wonderful old white cedar tree in Avalon Preserve. A tiny park has been created around it with grass and boulders to sit on. Good spot for meditation.
A red cedar (Sancho Panza) keeps it company.No other white cedars are found in the whole Preserve. Was this tree trucked in and planted or is it a relic of the 18th century, a boundary marker? I'm inclined to think the latter. It is a treasure either way.
Part of it is dead and resembles a sculpture by Henry Moore. Why did it grow this way? Was it growing around a boulder at one time? Did another tree fall on it? Did a farmer train the young tree when our country was young? Is this a root or a trunk?